"Miss Moore hasn't returned so late, and I don't know where she's gone..." The butler looked at his face, somewhat fearful, but couldn't help but say, "It wasn't raining when she left, and it doesn't seem like she brought an umbrella."
"..." Trenton Smith's face was somber, and his eyes seemed to be covered by a thin layer of ice. He lowered his head to look at his cell phone for a moment, then turned around, not even grabbing an umbrella, and went straight into the rain.
He left hurriedly, and in a short while, the Bentley, which had just turned off its engine, drove out of the courtyard and gradually disappeared into the rain.
The butler stood still, sighing again and again.
It's over. Just when the house had quieted down a bit, a cold war is bound to begin again.
He had almost become accustomed to this rhythm.
*
The rain was heavy.
The Rolls-Royce was driving smoothly on the road without music playing, making the entire space seem somewhat quiet.
